54. You Are Her Only Throne

"So that's how it is. My lady, please allow me to accompany you." Rei responded, his expression unwavering.

"Rei."

Morgan gazed at the man before her, one who had weathered countless storms.

"It's broad daylight."

"You do realize what that means, don't you?"

"Of course." Rei gave a calm smile. "I am your foolish husband, coveting the throne, and you are the wise wife, trying to stop him from overstepping his bounds."

"If we are discovered, it will be King Lot who is sentenced to death, while the princess who defended Uther's honor will be immortalized in song."

"Rei, you are as foolish as ever."

Morgan tightened her grip on Rei's hand.

"Do you wish for Gawain to lose his father so soon?"

"Then, my lady—"

"Silence." Morgan pulled Rei's hand into her embrace.

"You are mine. Where I go, you must follow."

[You gazed at Morgan tenderly and said no more.]

[But the situation was not as dire as it seemed.]

[Your status, along with Morgan's, had long reached a level beyond suspicion.]

[Thus, even as you walked deeper into the royal court together, no one raised an eyebrow.]

[You followed corridors that were neither entirely unfamiliar nor completely known to you.]

[Passing one room after another, you finally arrived at a grand set of doors.]

[Behind them lay the throne that symbolized Camelot's sovereignty.]

[You recalled the last time you stood before these doors—Morgan had hesitated, uncertain whether to push them open.]

[Back then, you had resolved to bear all consequences and open them on her behalf.]

[But this time—Morgan stopped you.]

"Rei, let me do it myself."

Morgan placed a hand on Rei's, halting his movement.

Under his gaze, her fingers slowly reached for the door.

She touched it—

With a slight push, the doors that symbolized the barrier to the throne creaked open.

She took Rei's hand and led him inside, one step ahead of him.

[The massive doors shut behind you once more.]

[But this time, you were on the other side, witnessing it close from within.]

[The sealed doors severed the link between inside and out.]

[You knew that, from this moment forward, things would spiral into even greater madness.]

[But you felt no fear.]

[Because you knew—this was exactly what Morgan desired.]

Morgan walked toward the throne, one step at a time.

The crisp echo of her footsteps rang through the vast chamber like the tolling of destiny's bell.

Standing before the throne, her fingers traced the gilded edges of its armrests. In the depths of her ocean-blue eyes was an unquenchable obsession.

"Rei, do you like this throne?"

"My lady, do you wish to hear the truth, or a pleasant lie?"

"Do you believe you can lie to me?"

"You are right, my lady." Rei maintained his usual gentle tone.

"In that case—"

"I must say, this throne does not suit you."

"What?"

Morgan was about to turn and demand an explanation when she suddenly felt herself being lifted.

The next moment, Rei sat upon the throne—

And Morgan, in the most graceful posture, remained in his arms.

Her head rested upon his left arm, her silver hair cascading around him like flowing silk. Her body arched elegantly, like a bow drawn tight within his embrace.

Her royal robe slipped slightly at her hips, yet not a single thread touched the ground.

Her long, pale legs formed the other half of the bow.

One knee bent slightly, while her calf rested perfectly upon Rei's right hand.

Her feet hovered just above the ground, adorned with a pair of shimmering crystal shoes.

"Because I believe, my lady, that you require a new throne."

"Oh—?"

Lying in his embrace, Morgan tilted her head to look at him.

"Are you implying that you intend to serve as my throne in the meantime?"

"My lady, if that is what you desire, I would not refuse."

"Then—"

Morgan reached up, her fingertips tracing his familiar face.

"You, as my throne, should know how to bring me pleasure in such a situation, shouldn't you?"

"My lady, you present me with a challenge."

"But—"

"I happen to have an answer for it."

Rei lowered his head, stopping before the proud swell of Morgan's chest.

"However, I shall require a small favor from you, my lady."

"Is that so?"

Morgan caressed the sharp contours of Rei's face with one hand while the other reached for the front of her gown.

Her fingertips traced slow, deliberate circles over the fine fabric.

"Rei, I trust you won't disappoint my expectations."

[The princess's body was flawless, no matter the time or place.]

[Lying in your arms, she gazed at you with an intensity that pulled you back to days long past.]

[Morgan's arms encircled your neck.]

[Lying against you, her ocean-blue eyes reflected no one else—only you.]

[Her breathing grew rapid under your gaze, her body shifting ever so slightly.]

[She exhaled softly, staring at the ceiling, her lips murmuring your name.]

["Rei… make me feel even better."]

[In this moment, you were her only throne.]

[But she, too, was the only princess worthy of your gaze.]

[And you fulfilled your promise.]

"You are as skilled as ever in this regard."

Morgan's fingers swept over Rei's lips, smearing away the lingering traces of moisture.

"Rei, tell me, do you enjoy this?"

"Of course." Rei smiled and nodded.

"Everything about you, my lady, is something I gladly embrace."

"But—"

Rei's gaze slowly traveled down Morgan's elegant figure.

"My lady, I suspect this isn't all you wish to say."

"Indeed." Morgan placed her hand over Rei's as he reached toward her.

"Rei, I want to take complete control of Camelot."

"So, my lady, is this how you plan to win my approval?"

"If so, that might be unnecessary."

Rei gazed deeply at Morgan, who lay in his arms, her face flushed, her breath unsteady.

"You should know that I have never doubted your choices—they are the path I will always follow."

"I know that, of course."

Morgan tightened her grip on Rei's hand, pressing her fingers into his skin until faint imprints were left.

"That's why I'm not asking for your opinion."

"I simply enjoy watching you work so hard to please me on my father's throne."

"I see… then I suppose I should put in even more effort."

[Once again, you both indulged in your passions upon the throne.]

[Afterward, you solidified your plan to seize control of Camelot—by using magic to fabricate an illusion of invading barbarians laying siege to the city, you and Morgan would become its saviors, rising as heroes who would naturally ascend the throne.]

[It was a complex scheme that required meticulous preparation and a long period of careful execution.]

[But fate had never ceased to mock you both.]

[Before you were ready, a mysterious prophecy began spreading throughout the streets and alleys of Camelot.]

[It spoke of the legend of the Red Dragon and the rightful heir to the throne.]